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Art of an introspective nature; a look at artwork that reveals the artist's psyche and comments on the inner workings of a chaotic mind.
Comparing Yourself Is A Trap You Can Never Win
For a long time, I thought I had to measure my worth by other people’s success. I would scroll through social media and feel tiny, inadequate, or behind. Someone had a bigger house, a better job, more followers, more adventures. Someone seemed happier, smarter, faster, or luckier. I thought I was failing because I wasn’t at their level yet.
By LUNA EDITH2 months ago in Psyche
When the Chaos Stops: What Healing Really Feels Like
This is what healing feels like once the chaos stops. It’s not fireworks or victory parades. It’s the quiet after a battle — a silence that hums in your bones, leaving you unsure whether to rest or run. After leaving an abuser, you begin to understand how much energy survival really took. You were living on adrenaline for months, maybe years, keeping yourself small and alert to every shift in mood, every potential storm. Now that the noise is gone, the body starts to shake loose all that it held.
By THE HONED CRONE2 months ago in Psyche
Toxic Empathy
Empathy is one of humanity’s most beautiful and essential traits. It’s the bridge that allows us to understand, connect, and care for one another. But like all sacred powers, when empathy becomes distorted, unbalanced, or weaponized—it can turn deadly.
By THE HONED CRONE2 months ago in Psyche
“God-Fearing” Was the Most Powerful Control Spell Ever Cast
When most people hear “fear God,” they imagine trembling obedience — a cosmic authority waiting to punish, a sky-father with lightning in his fist. The phrase summons guilt, submission, and the dread of being wrong. But the truth is more nuanced. The distortion of that phrase — the way it has been weaponized — is one of the most powerful control spells ever cast upon humanity.
By THE HONED CRONE2 months ago in Psyche
Rising From Hell
The Alchemy of Survival: Turn the gaslight into fuel and fan your own flames 🔥 There’s a misconception that surviving abuse, betrayal, or trauma requires silence, shame, or meek compliance. That somehow, to be “good,” we must shrink into corners, lower our voice, and let the world dictate the terms of our suffering. That somehow, to survive, we must whisper, fold, and diminish ourselves until we fit inside the expectations of others.
By THE HONED CRONE2 months ago in Psyche
God, the Narcissist, and the Shadow That Saves
This is not a story about good versus evil. It is not light against dark, or God against the Devil. It is the myth of oneness: how God uses shadow to teach, how the predator becomes the teacher, how the abyss itself can become the threshold to your rising, your refinement, your rebirth.
By THE HONED CRONE3 months ago in Psyche
Am I a Narcissist?
In the age of pop psychology and armchair diagnosis, “narcissist” has become one of the most weaponized words in the human vocabulary. It’s used to silence, to shame, and to project. But what happens when a deeply self-aware person—especially a trauma survivor—starts to wonder if they are the problem?
By THE HONED CRONE3 months ago in Psyche
The Darker Side Of Female Nature - What Girls Don't Want You To Know
Every human being has a side they don’t often reveal — a mix of emotions, instincts, and hidden motives that make up their deeper psychology. When it comes to women, this complexity becomes even more fascinating. Beneath the surface of charm, grace, and affection lies a side shaped by both nature and experience, one that is rarely spoken about openly.
By Zeeshan Ahmad3 months ago in Psyche
Hammond House
I didn't expect to inherit anything, least of all this. The lawyer's letter said "Hammond House" which felt like a contradiction until I stood before it. Five bedrooms, three and a half baths, more house than I'd ever lived in, wrapped in gingerbread trim and painted ladies' colors that had faded to ghosts of themselves. The front yard sprawls wider than it should, dominated by an old tree whose bristles—I can't call them branches, they're too wild, too reaching—scrape and tap against one of the upstairs bedroom windows like they're asking to be let in.
By Parsley Rose 3 months ago in Psyche
